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yes birthdays are good when all that happens too you-

and Dylan is too cute for words- i think im in love with her

"Maybe those mysterious carpenters are actually ghosts trapped in your celing!
They all perished in a nasty D.I.Y. accident and are now spending eternity trying to make up for their shoddy workmanship."

Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest - these buildings are new, we're the first set of people to live in them, and every couple of weeks people come round to check the building because it was a rush job and it's all wrong. All the walls are cracking, the plumbing is dodgy and doesn't work properly, when a door slams (and they all do cus they won't shut slowly) the whole room shakes...
You mentioned me! And in a nice way! You're a star

I'm really sorry about your cat, that's so sad. (This is the point where I wish I was like normal people and was good at being nice and consoling. Sorry) I have two cats back home and I often worry about them cus I can't see them anymore. xx

I sure hope it wasn't the Aisling I know - she's a psycho hose beast.
Mop injury spray? Gimme! I'm going to need it - not only is the guy upstairs annoyingly loud, but they've got invisible people doing building work. As in, there are lots of odd carpentry type noises going on, and piles of sawdust or toolboxes here and there, but I have yet to actually see anyone doing anything.

Hahaha, the reason I love that picture is because she's attempting to provocatively lick the equivalent of a toilet seat, or a seat on the london underground system.
Heheheh, your story made me laugh - I used to have a dressmaker's dummy in my room, that paved the way for a lot of "fuck, it's a ghost/zombie/mad axeman!" screams in the middle of the night.
Ahahahaha...the drunken sex and passing out game is one I am familiar with. Worse is the passing out in the middle of drunken sex game.

You left me a testimonial! *mwah* you are officially wonderful and lovely, thank you